[Lord John is no stranger to parties. Nor a stranger to lingering at them, late into the evening. It is how he understands is necessary, from time to time, to step out into the fresh air and clear one's mind. Especially here in this place, where the elements of the party are so familiar and yet. He finds himself so very far from home.
Cradling a drink in his hands, he had not meant to interrupt the other party-goer's thoughts, but if Elrond does not mind the company...
He glances up at the sky.]
A favorite? [He considers.] ...Arcturus, I suppose it would be.
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Cradling a drink in his hands, he had not meant to interrupt the other party-goer's thoughts, but if Elrond does not mind the company...
He glances up at the sky.]
A favorite? [He considers.] ...Arcturus, I suppose it would be.